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Frank Darbo is a nobody. His wife is the best thing in his
life, and she’s pulling away from him. When he finds out that she’s gone back
to her old druggie ways, his world comes crashing down. That’s when he’s given
the idea to fight evil as the superhero, “The Crimson Bolt.”

Super reminded me
of Kick-Ass… if the writer had been
on crack. The plot is the same basic idea with different motivation and a
different outcome. It’s a similar dark field trip down the path of the
question, “what if someone decided to become a real superhero?”

Yes, I know about the superheroes that go around in costumes
calling the police on people and carrying pepper spray to protect themselves. I
don’t mean that kind of superhero. I mean the popular kind. The heroes with no
power but many weapons: Green Arrow, The Punisher, Batman, Elektra, Catwoman, or
Hawkeye. Shit would go pear-shaped pretty quickly. Super explores just how pear-shaped it could get.

I can’t complain about the actors. They were all very into their
parts and 100% believable. It was the story line that had me groaning at times.
There seemed to be completely unnecessary sex scenes that didn’t even try to be
part of the story. Some of the motivation for the main character really didn’t strike
me as the best idea. At times, it even got a little preachy.

With all its faults, Super
was still memorable and entertaining. Weird and completely random? Sure.
However, if you enjoy incredibly dark comedies, it was definitely above
average.

Henry Altman is a jerk. He is angry, difficult to deal with
and everything else that makes someone a jerk. Dr. Sharon Gill is a tired
pill-popping doctor that is having a seriously bad day. When the two meet,
words are exchanged that send Henry on a mission to fix his life in 90 minutes.

This movie was trashed by critics and I whole-heartedly
disagree.

I absolutely adored The
Angriest Man in Brooklyn. I didn’t think it was as funny as it was made-out
to be, but that’s a marketing error, not a creative one. It had a funny edge,
but it was first and fore-most a drama that took some significant risks with
its plot. I don’t think it was a perfect film, but I could definitely sit down
and watch it again.

The actors gave everything to their characters, the script
was interesting and even the setting caught my attention. I’ve read the reviews
for the film and I can’t even speculate what people were thinking when they
wrote them.

I’m going to just call this the Patch Adams effect. You have a great movie with some amazing actors
that have a knack for comedy in it; Robin Williams (The Crazy Ones, Night at the Museum, Death to Smoochy), Peter
Dinklage (Game of Thrones, Knights of
Badassdom, Penelope) and Mila Kunis (Family
Guy, Black Swan, Ted). Critics go into it expecting the movie to be filled
with smart laughs and some physical comedy. Instead, they get an in depth,
heartfelt story with a message that was based on something else. They can’t
wrap their head around the reality vs. their expectations and the trashing
begins.

There’s a reason you let a movie speak for itself, and there’s
a reason you sometimes just need to say, “Fuck the critics.”